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Once when he sat down to chat£¬ he told us that in the immigrant car ahead there was a family from¡®across the water¡¯ whose destination was the same as ours.
¡¡¡¡¡®They can¡¯t any of them speak English£¬ except one little girl£¬ and all she can say is ¡°We go Black Hawk£¬Nebraska£¬¡± She¡®s not much older than you£¬ twelve or thirteen£¬ maybe£¬ and she¡¯s as bright as a new dollar.Don¡®t you want to go ahead and see her£¬ Jimmy? She¡¯s got the pretty brown eyes£¬ toor¡®
¡¡¡¡This last remark made me bashful£¬ and I shook my head and settled down to¡¯Jesse James.¡®Jake nodded at me approvingly and said you were likely to get diseases from foreigners.
¡¡¡¡I do not remember crossing the Missouri River£¬or anything about the long day¡¯s journey through Nebraska. Probably by that time I had crossed so many rivers that I was dull to them. The only thing very noticeable about Nebraska was that it was still£¬all day long£¬ Nebraska.
¡¡¡¡I had been sleeping£¬ curled up in a red plush seat£¬for a long while when we reached Black Hawk. Jake roused me and took me by the hand. We stumbled down from the train to a wooden siding£¬ where men were running about with lanterns. I couldn¡®t see any town£¬ or even distant lights£» we were surrounded by utter darkness. The engine was panting heavily after its long run. In the red glow from the fire-box£¬ a group of people stood huddled together on the platform£¬encumbered by bundles and boxes. I knew this must be the immigrant family the conductor had told us about. The woman wore a fringed shawl tied over her head£¬ and she carried a little tin trunk in her arms£¬hugging it as ifit were a baby. There was an old man£¬tall and stooped. Two half-grown boys and a girlstood holding oilcloth bundles£¬ and a little girl clungto her mother¡¯s skirts. Presently a man with a lantemapproached them and began to talk£¬ shouting andexclaiming. I pricked up my ears£¬ for it was positivelythe first time I had ever heard a foreign tongue.
¡¡¡¡Another lantern came along. A bantering voice called out£º¡¯Hello£¬ are you Mr. Burden¡¯s folks? If you are£¬ it¡¯s me you¡¯re looking for. I¡¯m Otto Fuchs.I¡¯m Mr.Burden¡®s hired man£¬ and I¡¯m to drive you out. Hello£¬Jimmy£¬ ain¡¯t you scared to come so far west?
¡¡¡¡I looked up with interest at the new face in the lantern-light. He might have stepped out of the pages of¡®Jesse James.¡¯ He wore a sombrero hat£¬ with a wide leather band and a bright buckle£¬ and the ends of his moustache were twisted up stiffiy£¬ like little homs. He looked lively and ferocious£¬ I thought£¬ and as if he had a history. A long scar ran across one cheek and drew the comer of his mouth up in a sinister curl. The top ofhis left ear was gone£¬ and his skin was brown as an Indian¡®s. Surely this was the face of a desperado. As he walked about the platform in his high-heeled boots£¬
¡¡¡¡looking for our trunks£¬ I saw that he was a rather slight
¡¡¡¡man£¬ quick and wiry£¬ and light on his feet. He told us
¡¡¡¡we had a long night drive ahead of us£¬ and had better be on the hike. He led us to a hitching-bar where two farm-wagons were tied£¬ and I saw the foreign family
¡¡¡¡crowding into one of them. The other was for us. Jake got on the front seat with Otto Fuchs£¬ and I rode on the straw in the bottom of the wagon-box£¬ covered up with a buffalo hide. The immigrants rumbled offinto the empty darkness£¬ and we followed them.
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